Tribute to John Abba Ogbodo, - I was just a teen out of secondary school and looking forward to the prospects of university education. On one of those visits (ordered by my father to give me a better sense of my homeland) to my village, I chanced on a burial ceremony. The words of the officiating Reverend Father had transfixed me to the spot. And here I was listening to tributes of a woman I never knew but whom I had formed a strong affinity with in those brief minutes I had been given an insight into her story.